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[takecareluv]

꒰ how to feel like a princess this summer ꒱ؘ ࿔*:･ﾟ

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ you don't need a castle, a fairy godmother or a team of helpful little mice to make you feel like a princess in your day to day life. all you need is your sweetest, most confident self and you are good to go .ᐟ here are a few tips & fun activities to do by yourself ( because a princess always enjoys their own company ! ) or with a friend, whether it's the furry kind or a fellow princess.

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⨾ first things first, while a princess loves to spend their days frolicking in nature and soaking up the sun, they always protect their skin using spf. so whatever adventures you decide to take on this summer ( and all year round ) , be tedious about applying sunscreen. i promise, your future self will thank you for it.ᐟ

⨾ princesses have a natural glow about them. whether it be from the graceful manner in which they carry themselves, their beautiful smile that lights up a room, or the radiance of their skin - a princess takes care of themself, inside and out. so, to feel like one, be sure to prioritize self care & self love. create a skincare routine that works for you. keep a rose water spray with you for a quick refresh throughout the day. wear light, glowy makeup like cream blush, a lip tint, and a good mascara to emphasize those doe eyes. and find a signature scent people will remember you by.

⨾ wearing soft and light fabrics - like lace and linen - will keep you as cool as possible, while also feeling cute during these hot summer months. whether it's flowing dresses or light linen pants ; sandals or sneakers ; florals & pastels to more natural, earthy tones - wear whatever makes your inner princess shine .ᐟ

⤷ plus, adding little accessories such as frilly socks, ribbons, pearls and other dainty jewelry can be a fun, but simple way to add an extra bit of delicacy to your day to day look.

⨾ try putting your hair up in loose styles - such as a braid - or keep it down and flowing with beautiful, bouncy curls. and again, the simplest style can be elevated to 'princess level' with little details like decorating your hair with flowers, butterfly clips or a headband; tying ribbons and bows into your up-do, or even adding a satin scarf.

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✿. summer can be the perfect time to find a new passion, or perhaps reignite an old one .ᐟ for example : taking up a language , learning about greek mythology , writing & reading poetry , learning to sew or crochet , or learning to play an instrument ( piano, flute, violin, etc. ) - there are so many different hobbies to try this season.

⤷ and even better, with the warm weather, you can do them all outside surrounded by the beauty of nature - birds chirping in the distance, a gentle breeze dancing through the trees, and the sun shining down on you.

✿. like i mentioned earlier, a princess's best friend is mother nature. they love to spend time engaging with any and all of nature's elements. here are some ways you can do the same . . .

✿. start your very own garden .ᐟ

whether it be filled with an assortment of vibrant flowers, or even a mix of fruits, veggies and herbs, a garden is a perfect way to create a serene and magical place to spend your summer days. you can even add a chair or maybe lay out a blanket for a quiet little reading spot. plus. . . with a garden in your midst, you can pick as many flowers as you'd like to create your own bouquets or make flower crowns for yourself and friends .ᐟ ⤷ filling your space with flowers will definitely make you feel like you are living in a fairytale 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒

✿. visit a farmer's market or go berry picking .ᐟ

🍓 picking your own strawberries, blueberries, or any other fresh fruit & veggies can be a cute way to stock your fridge and find the ingredients for your next recipe. 🫐 baking is another great hobby to pick up - especially for during those stormy summer days you have to stay inside. breads, muffins, cakes, and jams - there's so many things you can make using the fruit you hand picked; and an added bonus, it will keep your kitchen smelling super yummy .ᐟ

✿. have a picnic .ᐟ

take yourself on a date or round up a group of friends for a picnic at the park or on the beach. you can pack a basket of macarons, sparkling cider, and any of your other favorite treats ; find the perfect spot to lay your blanket, and maybe even bring some reading material or a journal to write in .ᐟ

✿. feed the ducks .ᐟ

if you have a pond nearby, you can take a walk & bring something to feed the duckies, turtles, or any of the other sweet creatures swimming around in there. if not, you can also make homemade bird food and treat those hungry little birdies singing outside your house every day. it could also be fun to take a trip to a local farm or petting zoo and feed some animals that way .ᐟ ⤷ if you do any of these things, please remember to do your research on what foods are good for our little friends, be respectful, and clean up after yourself. princesses don’t litter .ᐟ

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if the sun is not shining or you are looking for other ways to spend time like a princess, here are a few more ideas to add to your summer bucket list. . .

ᥫ᭡. take a trip to a museum and wander its halls, admiring the magnificent artwork in all its beauty.

ᥫ᭡. visit your local library or bookstore and spend the day picking out your next read.

ᥫ᭡. play dress up with your closest friends and have a tea party.

ᥫ᭡. try painting pottery. you could even paint & personalize your very own tea cup or jewelry box .ᐟ

ᥫ᭡. send a handwritten letter to a loved one or a pen pal. and while you’re add it, you can get some practice writing in cursive .ᐟ

ᥫ᭡. pamper yourself a little extra with a bubble bath - adding in rose petals, filling the bathroom with candles, and treating yourself to a plentiful amount of ladurée macarons - in good ole blair waldorf fashion.

࿐a princess always walks with their head held high. they know what makes them feel like their most confident self, and they don't shy away from it by trying to be anyone else. with that being said, always be your true, and authentic self - don't change just to fit a certain 'aesthetic' - take what you like from it, and leave the rest. it is important to do & wear whatever makes you feel comfortable, because in turn you will also feel your most beautiful - as a princess always should .ᐟ

xoxo, meg ♡

[lovelybrandt]

Football Imagines - My Dream Heart - Julian Brandt Smut

Smut Warning!!!! 🔞🔥🍑

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The End!!!

[divinekangaroo]

Mix and match top and bottoms in solid colours

everything is sleeveless but you can slide on sleeve socks and hook them on to make stylish sleeves

if you wear the same top and bottom colour it’s a dress or jumpsuit

No bands on the bottoms digging into the belly

no bulge making/muffin top/back roll making

suits hot to middle range weather such that it works for summer wear and adding those sleeves or formal jackets/coats makes it work for winter wear (5-30 degrees C)

cotton base to avoid stink but enough stretch to be considered fitted

slinky enough to repel pet hair and dust or at least make it easy enough to wipe off

no wrinkles

machine washable, doesn’t deform in the dryer

built in soft bra with nipple cover

no cameltoe

decent enough for work, or such that I could put on one of those fake collars under and it’s a work outfit

fitted enough for play/party

soft enough for lounging and walking the dog

styles such that flat Chelsea boots always work; shifting to heels/lace ups/sandals/sneakers will work with anything that suits a Chelsea boot, but it doesn’t work the other way, therefore the boot suiting is the definite element

[the-fiction-witch]

Bread And Muffins

Media Pinnochio

Character Lampwick

Couple Lampwick X Reader

Rating Sweet Af

Concept Bakers Daughter

I sat against the high stones on the bridge’s edge watching the river below wash the rocks and moss below. The blue sky loomed over the vast deep sea, often the sea kissing the dusty sand. I did my best to stay out of the way of my fellow villagers, most looked at me like scum on their shoes, so I avoided them as if they carried a deadly plague and I’m sure they appreciated that. I brought my cigarette to my lips inhaling the sweet toxin and blowing the smoke from my mouth letting it be carried by the breeze. I heard a small bell behind me rapidly ringing but I had no time to move and I felt a sharp pain as a wheel made contact with my leg. Sending me, the bike and it's rider to the cobblestone street below

"Ahhhh! Watch it!" I complained

"Oh goodness I'm terribly sorry" a sweet voice spoke up I looked and saw a girl, she couldn't have been any older then me and not far younger either, she had y/c/h pulled tight and flat with a centre part the hair pulled into a braid that wrapped around a bun at the back of her head, she had sweet skin that didn't see much sunshine, small leather sandals that laced up her legs like a ballerina, a dark green skirt with a few flour patches, that reached her ankles with a few cream petticoats making themselves known from below, a cream shirt that sat off her shoulders but will sleeves that made there way to her elbows, a brown corset laced well across her chest pulling the well boned corset as close as possible the corset with two straps one for each shoulder, she had a well worn and fairy dirty apron too with flour, dried dough and various such baking stains across it. "Ohh noo" she says quickly gathering up the spilled packages of buns, loaves, cakes and cookies to load her bike back up

"Here let me help" I told her as I helped her gather up everything and sort her bike out

"I'm awfully sorry, the brakes keep sticking on this silly old thing"

"It's alright, no harm done." I reassured her "are you alright?'

"Nothing, a bit of iodine and a bandage won't fix once I get home. I'm so sorry about all this"

"It's alright no trouble"

"Here for your help" she smiled handing over a small package which I happily took,

"Thank you so much, you're from the bakery in town right?"

"I am, Y/n" she smiled offering her hand

"Lampwick" I smiled giving her hand a little kiss 

"Have a good day lampwick" she smiled and climbed on her bike heading off over the bridge towards town, I smiled and opened up the small package noticing the three small muffins and a cookie inside from the local bakery, and I happily took one out to eat.

I huddled myself under the small cover that sat on the town well, even if the well was mostly just filled with coins from various people’s wishes. I huddled under the wooden cover doing my best to hide my already frozen body from the icy rain flooding the village. The tide had come in too close to sleep under my little overturned boat, and it's far too damp to sleep under the bridge as I often did. I had no idea where I’d spend the night tonight let alone what I’d do about my grumbling stomach and deep hunger. The houses around all shut up for the night and with little light to illuminate the square. I spotted the only light that came out across the cobbles came from a large window. I looked closer to the large glass window with the sweet silver glass painting, the sweet fire glow from within, the little stock cabinets and shelves close to the door and the sweeter sight, the kitchen in the back with the roaring fire. She stood in the same little dress as I had seen her a few weeks ago. She worked on some dough surrounded by clouds of flour and knocked it around before forming a sweet loaf before then adding it to the oven, checking a few more that were inside and starting on the next load of dough. I felt my stomach rumbling and I went closer trying to avoid the rain hiding under the silver and blue canopy watching her work for a good few more loaves. Until she suddenly caught my eye. She smiled and waved so I happily waved back, she continued her work but noticed me staring at the few new loaves fresh from the oven. She smiled sweetly grabbing some brown paper laying it on the table by the window, She held a loaf over the paper suggestively and I nodded, so she added it to the top of the paper, she then grabbed a strawberry muffin and a blueberry muffin holding them each suggestively so I pointed to the blueberry so she added it to the paper, this went on a little and she added a cookie, a pretzel and a few other items from the shop until no more could fit in the paper. She wrapped it up tightly with a little bow and came opening the door sitting it on the step with a smile, she put her finger to her lips before she hurried back inside so I happily took it and blew her a little kiss as a thank you happily taking the parcel and heading out to find somewhere to sit and eat.

I sat on the beach chewing on my pretzel “Still good?” She asks

“It's lovely,” I smiled. “Thanks y/n.”

“You’re welcome Lampwick, better to go to you then those chubby piggies”

“You’re far too sweet to me, doesn’t your father get angry?”

“No, so long as he has enough bread for the rush every morning he doesn’t mind.”

“He doesn’t notice?”

“Not really, sometimes he asks about the odd muffin or cookie but I just say I ate them” she shrugs nibbling her own pretzel her’s far less burn then mine as she had brought me a bag of burnt bits from the shops reduced section but I made sure she had the less burnt one

“Thank you y/n”

“I wish I could be of more help”

“Y/n your more help than anyone else I’ve ever met. You’re the only reason I don’t starve”

“Next I need to work on finding you a nice warm reliable bed for the cold nights to come” she says giving my cheek a little kiss

“You’ve already been far too nice to me” I told her giving her cheek a kiss too “If I had the kinda money I’d ask your father for your hand”

“So why not?”

“I don’t have that kinda money y/n.”

“Lampwick, my father’s a baker. He doesn’t care about money he just care’s I’m happy and that they’ll be someone here to stoke the oven and twist the pretzels” she explained

“You think so?”

“I’m sure of it, you could come in and ask for my hand giving my father nothing more then a shell and some sand and he’d be happy”

“Okay. he’s in the shop tonight?”

“He is.”

“Would you… come with me to ask?”

“Of course after we've had our muffin” she smiled taking the last muffin from the bag she brought. 

[kireiwoo]

[7:29pm] # jung wooyoung.

first loves are a peculiar phenomenon.

they’re different for everyone; nuanced and pure, sometimes possessive and confusing. generally, there are a few recognizable traits that people share in a conglomerate of harrowingly differentiating forms; that gently aching thump of a rapid heartbeat, the once annoying squawks of irritating birds turning mellifluous and cherished in the charred dawn, or even skin prickling with heat, particularly on an unnoticeably freckled countenance. jung wooyoung remembers his first love like a meadow of marigolds.

she had the sweetest smile and the softest eyes, with silken skin and frazzled hair tousled by the playful wind. her voice was mild, perfect and laced with an intoxicating slur that beckoned him like strawberries and cream. she smelt like blueberry muffins and shaved vanilla, glasses idly perched on the bridge of her nose crookedly. she enjoyed lazing at the beach with airy shirts coloured variously, and sifting her fingers through smoothened sea-glass and sedimentary pebbles along the shoreline.

wooyoung and her had a special spot by the bay. nestled between oakwood and birch trees laid an undisturbed alcove; a small opening leading to a brief dock. lily pads and rose-coloured flowers entangled around the perimeter of the dock, wet moss and algae absentmindedly creeping up the corroded posts in each corner. the water grazing the horizon sparkled with the pearlescent sun’s rays, and wooyoung usually brought her there for picnics or as a means of fruitful escape.

the last occasion they spent time at their humble, blissfully ignorant getaway, she was wearing a mushroom necklace and mint-leaf hued sandals. he remembers her goofy laughter while they sipped convenience store banana milk and munched on handmade sandwiches. they weren’t gourmet, and wooyoung remembers being freshly introduced to the world of cooking, but they sufficed. the food had a sentimentality attached to it that urged them to devour it anyways.

he remembers times like that, pure and innocent like the crystal waters below them. but he also unwillingly recalls the bountiful arguments; moments where their disagreements turned sour or misunderstandings arose suspicion that led to frivolous octave matches. he remembers the feeling of cold tears on his warm cheeks; the contrast stark and alarming as his scratchy voice pleaded for a resolve, even though he knew he was wrong and that forgiveness was a fever dream. he remembers wrapping his arms around her and promising that he would be better; admitting to his faults in a desperate hope that things would smoothen over and they’d return to their normalcy that was the dock behind the foliage.

but they didn’t.

the separation was painful; comparable to stitches torn apart and sharp decay at the heartstrings. it was strange how the physical feeling of immature heartbreak was a thing. snot bubbled down to wooyoung’s lips and his eyes ran with rivers of tears; he couldn’t accept it. he felt like the world was crumbling. wooyoung would’ve gone lengths for her; down to the rumbling, pressurized depths of the ocean and light-years across an unbelievably bleak and dark universe. but the cosmos would shine with a luminescent illusion simply because he knew he would be returning to her, no matter what. this felt like floating in a pool of watery darkness, down to the impending trenches filled with gory, disembodied dreams and lost aspiration. she didn’t have to leave for it to hurt as badly as it did.

wooyoung eventually picked himself back up. he came to realize that life wasn’t as dim and resolutely dreary as he pictured it to be. he accepted that he wasn’t being dramatic, he was being realistic. unintentional pain isn’t ever something someone can purposefully dramatize, he thought. downtrodden, in the mud, even hitting rock-bottom; the only thing you can do is get up or give up; and he was tired of fantasizing about the latter. months passed and though he knew years of of a reciprocated relationship wouldn’t seep from his mind like steeped earl grey, he understood that it would take time and effort.

he understood that the pain of first loves were apart of growing up, whether he wanted to or not. he understood that the chirping outside would feel agonizing, the thumping would be a reminder that his heart wasn’t specifically beating for someone anymore, and every aspect of his life would seem to revolve around her, but he knew that eventually those feelings of bittersweet melancholia would gradually fade away. he learned that sometimes things have to be hard to get better. sometimes lonesomeness is a lesson disguised by a lust for company, no matter how toxic or tainted it may be.

today, wooyoung sits by himself at the dock. he stares out into a sunset of burnt oranges, crimson, and honeyed magenta, recognizing that he doesn’t need another half to complete his mismatched but beautiful semi-circle. he knows that he’ll fall in love again, and that’ll it’ll hurt, but from that suffering he also learnt that life doesn’t have to be wildly traumatic to have it’s hard moments. he found that living doesn’t have to revolve around finding love in a lost alcove by the bay. a large portion of growing up means to find, to hurt, to heal, and to reminisce. and sure, sometimes he gets that gargling pit of nostalgia buzzing deep in his gut, or that momentary haze of remembrance that stuns him into silence, but he knows that it’s fleeting; monotone but temporary.

first loves are a peculiar phenomenon; they can be achingly painful or addictively sugary, and sometimes they end in more strife than intended. they feel like dancing on clouds of cotton candy, the disgustingly gloomy world suddenly painted with colours you didn’t know existed. heartache is expected, as well as tears of grief and frustration, but it’s part of growing up. because sometimes, growing up means experiencing the brunt of pain before you can enjoy the tangible delicacies of happiness. wooyoung knows that now.

and he’ll sob and mourn from the residual loss, but he’ll always remember her, his first love, like a meadow of marigolds; as a flower he held, and one that wilted, but one he’ll never forget. first loves are such a peculiar thing, no?

— taglist ; @masterninjacow @subways-stuff @neo-shitty @seacottons ! thanks for reading :(

[honestsycrets]

Big and Bad | Halloween | [ Wolf!Ubbe x Little Red!Reader ]

❛ pairing | wolf!ubbe x little red riding hood!reader

❛ type | almost one shot

❛ summary | oh, you knew you shouldn’t you knew you couldn’t-- but what if you did?

❛  tags | anthro!themes, sexual overtones but i couldn’t be bothered to fuck, slightly dark ubbe? not really it’s in his nature, little red riding hood redux, easily distracted reader, gluttonous hvitserk.

❛ sy’s notes | it’s slightly musical in quality given my class in fairytales. i wouldn’t think too much into trying to justify little red’s actions, it’s sort of a trope in fairytales.

You know the way to Granny’s house.

It was along the same old cobblestone trail with its same old straight edge path into the forest. No fun divots, no flirting with anyone to see. It was less than a day’s journey if you could ever manage to keep your distracted mind straight; that was.

But there were bouncy bright red flowers along the way, ones that you’d talk to, given the chance. Today, you gave into that chance, skipping with your skirt slapping down your legs until you kneeled before them in leathery laced sandals among a patch of green, green grass.

“There’s a wolf in the woods,” said the first red rose. The second bounced into tension; her roots straining the plush green around her spine. “There’s a big bad wolf in the woods!”

The first two always incited the group, “The big bad wolf! The big bad wolf!”

“Who is to say there is a big bad wolf?” you said. “Maybe he is a good big wolf.”

“No no, no no,” the roses chimed. “Ubbe is a big bad wolf, a big bad wolf prowling the woods!”

Under normal circumstances, the roses were chipper to the excess peels of fruit you’d litter around their spines at the base of the grass. As you gathered up the peels among fresh, hot bread and a pat of bundled butter, you knew that they were afraid of something. Of course, something for flowers could be nothing for humans.

“Oh! You’re overreacting. Ubbe is a good wolf,” you told them. Squealing and receding, the flowers laxed. ”Little flowers?” Quiet as a stone in the pit of the forest, you set the peels about their feet when you felt heavy breath beating against the blood red ribbon on your neck.

“Little red,” the big bad wolf finely said. “Off to Grandmother’s again?”

You hopped up onto your sandals and patted down your gown. You tugged your corset finely down. The wolf stretched out his limbs and claws and stood at length, twisted legs and furry tail, flapping in the dull wind. You nod, stupidly against your mother Aelswith’s words.

“Grandmother Judith is sick in the deep dark woods.”

He turns his face toward the straight road; one of pins, so they said. You never knew the wolf to be a big bad wolf, maybe he was a misunderstood wolf. Then again, with his long claws tipped in red, like the ruddy long braid that slapped down his back, maybe he could be a big bad wolf. “Which road will you take?”

Your tongue smoothed over plush red lips.

“The one of needles,” you answered; not taking the one most traveled, nor the one your mother told you. The one of needles; winding slow through the forest, too slow for any good girl to take. You’d amble through the forest at your own pace.

Who needed your mother anyway?

“Then I’ll take the one of pins,” he said, his wicked smile moving in a curl.

He did so love a hunt.

A big bad wolf living in the woods had to have a little wolf to win what’s meant to be won. Ubbe tracked the short-lived trail across from the opening of the woods; to the deep of the woods where his little wolf ate bones and guts.

“Hvitserk, get up,” Ubbe called to the little golden-brown wolf. Hvitserk, rolling on his back, stood up curiously without his bone in hand. His little brother was a hungry wolf; with a hunger that could never be filled at any time. A hungry wolf; in another sense, his little hine.

“There’s a cabin at the edge of the woods.”

“At the edge of the woods?” Hvitserk asked, “The widow’s cabin?”

“That’s it; with an old hag inside.”

“Old Queen Judith?” Hvitserk trilled, clawing at his small line of hair dripping down his stomach into his thatch of thick hair. Ubbe swats his hand, leaving bright red makes on the side.

“That’s the maid inside. You can gobble her up; if you’ll keep Bjorn busy outside.”

Fat as he was, old blood was bad blood and he knew his brother’s old mind. He’d bother with Hvitserk until the sunset outside. “You’re on the hunt,” Hvitserk noticed at once. It was stupid of Hvitserk, Ubbe thought. He’s always on the hunt for something new.

Princess-- is a taste he hasn’t had yet.

The sun has set behind the thicket of trees past your father’s castle. You don’t look back, not now and not often anyway, as busy as Father was. No hunting to be held on a day where love with Aelswith was to beheld. So you moved through the tall trees and curious concerned animals. Past warning flowers bouncing and brooding: turn back! This isn’t the right road!

But of course, it was the right road; it let you think with an open mind. Back to the wolf who stomped around the wicked forest where your grandmother’s cottage. Peeking through the brambles and tearing up your little hood, you at last found the little cobblestone cottage that night.

Rap, rap. Your knuckles clacked the oaken door.

“Hello? Grandmother? Let me in!”

“Come in,” rumbles, and rasps, and growls a not-so-grandmotherly voice behind the door. Your hands wound around the sheening golden knob and pulled open the busted lock. The door falls heavy behind your back, thick with a wolf’s heady musk inside.

“Grandmother?” you say; and know it’s a lie, there’s no grandmother waiting deep inside. So you set your picnic basket down and unlace your cut up little hood, shaking a thorn or two loose. You settle the bread by jars of slick and thick red blood. Raspberry jam does look so much like blood. “Grandmother are you there?”

“In the back room.”

Should you stay, should you go? You pluck up your gown, stepping around puddles of red, but not making a sound. You pounced over dark stains and touched the curtain of a door. Oh you do so know there’s a monster lying in wait but your belly titillates for just a little more. You draw the weighty red curtains out of your eye; encounter the fearful sight of the wolf sitting on the bed very much alive.

“Oh!” you cup your hand over your ruby red lips. “What big ears you have.”

The wry smile overtakes his face; as if he knows what you know. Your cheeks warm over in soft heat, drawing your finger over your chin; you move closer. Your sandals push up the floorboards in creak, creak, creak.

“The better to hear you with,” he musters. Still as a stone in the forest. His tail thwaps, the only marker of movement in a sodden room. You muster up more.

“What big eyes you have.”

He turns his head now, his darkened claws at his hip, drawing your attention to his naked chest. The ruddy brown hair trailing from his belly button to a pair of neatly constructed trousers; nothing is for naught on the big, bad wolf. Your eyes snap to, catching the big bad wolf in his act; his eyes are wrapped by a thin film of blue where his iris should be. Oh, he watches!

“Better to see you with.”

“What a big… teeth you have,” you moisten your lips and grip your skirt. A step closer and then another, and you’re before him. He’s the source of a heavy musk. One that isn’t as light as the sweet little wolf that you fed muffins to. It’s raw and wrong and right.

He’s silent then, but the wide smile parts to expose his angular canines. He moistens his lips. Oh that you couldn’t hear what haughty nothings he had to say, the better to taste you with.

Ask it, the wolf whispers. His fingers fall from his waist to fiddle with the fine lining of your corset. Your chest rises with dry air. Ubbe, the very big bad wolf indeed, rose his hand up to the expanse of your breast. His claws cut a clumsy and purposeful line across your chest. “O-oohh. Wha… what big hands you have.”

“Better to catch you with.”

And with that you jerk back, he jerks forward. His harsh hand drew you against the bloody wall, pressuring your throat, stripping the silent air from your soft throat. And god; the growing pressure of his claws compressing your neck-- it’s good. You struggle with his hand for air, drawing your nails on top of his long claws. The big bad wolf; the big bad wolf; you’ve been caught by the big bad wolf. 

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[lune-hime]

Garden of Tulips (Levi/Reader) Tea Time #4

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“What did it look like?”

“Hmm?” Levi looked up from his place next to your sleeping form. “The titan that tried to snack on my darling granddaughter.” “Ugly as fuck.” “Aren’t they all?”

Levi recounts memories of the reader and their shared life together while she recovers from a serious injury.

!!WARNINGS!! - Violence, gore, smut, wholesome content ;)

So these little Tea Times were written as little filler-memory chapters to place in between the main story line.

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Freckles

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Jean sucked up his scattered feelings upon seeing you sitting in one of the library’s plush armchairs.

“Hey.” He called with feigned confidence as he rounded the corner of the last bookshelf before your resting place. He faltered a bit when his eyes met the ever stoic gaze of Levi. He was reclining in the chair opposite of you with a stack of documents in his lap.  You looked up from your book in slight surprise.

“Hey, I thought you left already.” Your statement was more of a perplexion as you regarded him gently.

“Yeah-um.” Jean started and furrowed his brow. His eyes darted back over to Levi who had quietly resigned back to his paperwork. His gaze fell back to yours, a look of worry spreading on your face. He bit his lip to contain the fountain of baggage that threatened to spill.

“Don’t worry about it-it’s fine.” He cleared his throat and nodded, trying to look convincingly forgettable. Your eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“I’ll see you at the meeting later, Levi.” You said with a small smile in his direction. His head rose and he nodded once.

“Alright.” He replied curtly. Jean observed the faint blush on your cheeks and the delicateness of the captain’s features as he looked at you. Your crush had blossomed full force and it was sweetly sickening to Jean to watch you flutter secretly under Levi’s actions.

“I said it was nothing.” Jean grumbled as you slapped your book shut and came to his side.

“Bullshit.” You chided as you walked side by side out of the library. Once you were out in the hall you backed him against the wall. You stood in his personal space bubble. The way he towered over you didn’t threaten you at all. It never had.

“ Fine. I was wondering if you would come with me?” He asked, his voice shaking minutely as he tried to keep his weakness from seeping through the cracks of his pride. You tilted your head to the side in a fond grin.

“Of course.” You replied sweetly.

“Let me just drop my book off and change my shoes.” You said as you began walking again. Jean trailed behind you like a puppy, hands fidgeting behind his back accompanied by periodic sighs.

“Are the others coming too?” You asked as you slipped on your everyday sandals after having discarded your reading material. Jean didn’t answer for a moment and only the clap of the soles of your shoes against the wooden floor met your ears.

“No, I just wanted it to be the two of us. If that’s alright.” He confessed. When you stood up straight, the apprehension he had been feeling washed over you. You hummed in agreement.

“Okay.” You smiled knowingly. You gave his arm a few warm strokes as you both headed into the hall.

The walk through the village fields was lovely. The June sun was pleasant on your exposed skin and the lush flowers tickled your ankles along the stone path. The two of you stuck to the outskirts of the village until you reached a grove of trees that opened up into the eternal resting place for soldiers and villagers alike.

Jean was on autopilot as he deftly led you through the rows of graves to reach your destination. The modest stone may have represented a life no longer present, but it was teeming with life. Little daisies had sprouted in the soil where you and Jean had planted them earlier that year. Rollie pollies skittered from their hiding places within the crevasses of the engraved cadet’s name when the two of you leaned down to be closer to him.

“Hi Marco.” You greeted with the same warmth as the summer air.

“Hey Marco.” Jean echoed with a melancholy tenderness to his tone. You watched with a pang in your heart as his hands began shaking around the muffin in his hold. Eventually he placed it down in front of the stone and reached in his pocket for his matchbook. His fingers quivered when he failed to strike fire into the wooden stick. After another unsuccessful attempt, you grasped his hands.

“Let me.” You offered gently and he released his grip. You struck the match and lit the candle embedded in the plush top of the muffin.

“Happy birthday.” Jean spoke, finally giving into his bubbling grief and letting his voice crack.

“Happy birthday, Marco.” You said as your own voice began to falter. You scooched closer to Jean and embraced him from the side. Your arms wrapped around his shaking back. You were sure that if you hadn’t held him, he would have crumbled into particles as fine as the moss that grew along Marco’s grave.

It had been many months but to Jean the loss didn’t sting any less. It only grew as the grass greened and the days lengthened. He kept his profound grief bottled up compactly in a bottle closed tightly with a wax seal. But if he didn’t rip that seal off soon, it would implode and pierce his organs with glass.

“Y/N.” He called through choked sobs. You responded by rubbing a ginger hand along his back and shoulders.

“I-” He hiccuped, taking the hand you began to wrap around his.

“I loved him.” His wobbly confession was like Jean was standing on the precipice of a tidal wave. The reality of his feelings had always resided within him but felt cemented now that he had professed them to you and the earth. Every flutter he felt when Marco blessed him with his sheepish smile, every blush he hid when Marco went out of his way to help him out with the tiniest of tasks, every drop of happiness that boy had made Jean feel came crashing down on him and opened the floodgates he had so desperately tried to suppress.

“I know.” You said. Tears began cascading down your cheeks at the broken heart that bubbled from Jean’s chest. Jean never cried in front of you, it was shocking but not unwelcomed. You had known he had harbored an affection for the deceased cadet for as long as Jean had probably accepted it himself. You observed their obliviously magnetic interactions, supported him silently, and waited patiently for him to tell you about it. No matter how late he decided he was ready to.

“I really loved him.” He cried, reaching one hand out to run his fingers over Marco’s name with utter fragility.

“I was a fucking coward and couldn’t tell him how much I loved him. And now I never can.” He wailed.

“Shhh-Hey.” You released him for a brief moment to turn him towards you. You took his wet cheeks between your hands.

“You’re not a coward. It takes immense courage to realize you love someone, no matter who they are.” You consoled.

“I know he loved you too, Jean. So much.” You smiled sadly as you wiped the next wave of incoming tears from his face with your thumbs. “It was easy to see with the way his face lit up whenever you walked into the room, whenever you sat next to one another for meals, whenever you went into town together.”

“You both made each other’s lives better even without voicing your true feelings. Because your feelings were woven into every action you showed one another. Just because he is gone doesn’t mean what you felt for one another is. That will always be with you.” You said.

“Okay?” You affirmed and hiked the sleeve of your cardigan over your palm to rid his face of the salty sea as he sniffled. He held your comforting gaze for a moment before nodding and reaching out to hug you. You returned the gesture immediately, keeping him afloat as he swam through his grief. When you felt his shaking grow less intense you patted him on the back.

“Lie down.” You instructed and brought him to rest his head on your lap. You ran your fingers through his hair as he stretched out his legs in the long grass. Jean played with the strap of your sandals absentmindedly as he gazed at Marco’s grave. You sat in peaceful silence for a while.

“Jeanie?” You called to make sure he was listening. He hummed against your leg.

“Do you wanna know the moment I knew you were into Marco?” You asked tentatively, hoping the story would brighten his mood. Jean nodded silently.

“Remember when I accidentally walked into the boy’s shower room?” Your sentence caused you to giggle at the memory.

“How could I forget.” He said, a bit less sniffly than before. You smiled in nostalgia as you played with a randomly curly lock of Jean’s honey tresses.

“Well after you brought me out into the hall…and I stupidly turned back around, I saw you peeping at his package for longer than a guy normally would.” Your chuckle turned into a squeak when Jean pinched your leg. To your happiness he was smiling through reddened cheeks.

“Maybe you really are a pervert.” He snickered, damp eyes shining with teasing.

“I couldn’t help it, it was the literal heat of the moment.” You countered and poked his sides. He squirmed in your lap and let out a groan of annoyance.

“Does that mean you saw mine?” Jean asked and pinned your arms at your side.

“I’ve blocked that out of my memory.” You assured and wiggled your sides to free yourself from his grip.

Another gentle silence encased the two of you. Your eyes fell to one of the daisies as it waved its petals delicately along with the rhythm of the wind.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Jean suddenly said. His tone was laced with sincerity as you looked down to meet his gaze.

“For peeping at Marco?” You cracked a half smile which made Jean huff in amusement.

“No, dumbass. For coming here with me. For letting me get all of this out. And for listening.” He said with a sincerity that blanketed your chest in warmth. “I’m not good with emotional stuff, that’s always been more of a you thing.”

“Anything for you, Jean.” You replied with a fond pat of his cheek. “I’m happy that you felt like you could express yourself with me.”

Then, the breeze lovingly blew puffs of warm and fuzzy kisses against both of your skin. You swore you could hear a faint laugh framed by freckles.

Christmas Blizzard

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“Fucking shit .” The captain cursed as he whipped his hand back. Puddle’s ears were pinned starkly to the back of his neck as he refused to let Levi bring him into the lab. Your head whipped up at the commotion and you blanched.

“I’m so sorry! I forgot to tell you he bites…” You cried and scurried over to the entrance. Your face was blasted with incoming snowflakes as you took the reins from Levi.

“No kidding.” Levi mumbled in annoyance as he moved to make way for your horse.

“Stop being an asshole to the captain.” You chided. Puddle’s ears immediately perked at your presence and he nuzzled you softly as you led him into the loading bay of Hange’s laboratory. It was definitely not a place fit for horses, but you couldn’t have left them out to freeze in the bitter cold. This was just one of the many inconveniences the sudden snow storm had just created.

Your ears turned red to match your frost kissed cheeks as you realized your use of profanity. You really needed to stop swearing around your superiors. Your loose lips were one of the unfortunate side products of being raised by Oma. You tied Puddle to a nearby railing next to Levi’s horse.

“Sorry to drag you into all of this, Levi.” You exhaled, face stinging from the brutal winter chill. You glanced around the familiar laboratory that suddenly felt so vast and cold.

“Yeah well, neither of us knew it would get this shitty so quickly.” Levi commented. He grimaced at the pickled titan samples that were stored in the formaldehyde pods as he strolled to Hange’s office area.

“Still, I appreciate that you tried to come here and warn me.” You thanked him with a small smile.

“Thank Erwin. I had nothing else going on.” He said blandly and waved your gratuity off. That seemed like the closest thing to a ‘you’re welcome’ you were going to get. It was late into the night of Christmas Eve. After partaking in some festivities with your friends, Erwin had called you to his office in need of assistance. Apparently one of the scouts observed a strange smoke emanating from Hange’s laboratory and since the scientist herself was on a supply run in the city, the next point of contact was her pupil.

You had spent all evening trying to fix the damn incubator, knowing that if you let it smoke out it would devastate Hange to lose her precious samples. Unbeknownst to you a winter storm had been brewing; an intense blizzard that threatened to lock all inhabitants of the area indoors. Erwin had dispatched Levi to come collect you before the impending weather came, however the storm arrived a bit ahead of predictions and turned a couple hour job into a snowy expedition.

“How long do you think we’ll have to wait this out?” You asked apprehensively as you began to get back to work on your project. You heard Levi sigh as he plopped down at Hange’s desk. He reclined in her chair and propped his feet up on her workspace littered with journals.

“I don’t know. Looks like we might be here for a while, though. So take your time with whatever you need to fix, I guess.” He hummed and settled himself comfortably into the leather chair.

For a bit, you let the silence linger as you tinkered with the machine. Mechanic whirls and the sharp stabbing of snowflakes against the lab’s walls filled the lack of conversation.

“Why does four eyes have so many body parts lying around?” Levi piped up with a disgusted tone. You looked at him over his shoulder to see him lazily glancing around her experimental area.

“She likes to dissect them to see how close their anatomy is to humans.” You answered with a chuckle. “It looks a little bit like its out of a horror story, right?”

Levi hummed in agreement and met your eyes briefly. As you got to know him better, you realized the fear people harbored of him really was misplaced. Unless you were a titan, that is. You came to find he actually loved to talk, he would just let silence fill the space when he didn’t know what to talk about.  

“And?”

“...And?” You echoed unsure of his question.

“Are they close to humans?” He pressed with a slight interest laced in his nonchalant tone.

“Yeah, actually. Besides the absence of reproductive organs they are pretty much anatomically identical.” You explained as you flipped a couple switches unsuccessfully.

“So the fact they can’t shit or reproduce is significant right?” Levi wondered aloud as he peeped at one of Hange’s journals. Your giggle caught him by surprise and he felt a flutter in his chest.

“Yes, you could say that.” You agreed. The way he talked when he let himself crawl out of his shell never ceased to amuse you.

“It’s weird to believe it's Christmas Eve.” You commented, changing the subject casually.

Levi just hummed. Another icy silence filled the chamber as you made (hopefully) progress towards getting the incubator up and running again. One of the horses snorted and you were suddenly aware that you and the captain weren’t the only two living beings in the room.

“So what’s your horse’s name?” You asked in curiosity.

“Horse.” Levi’s reply was quick and curt.

“Really?” You asked in disbelief and looked back at him.

“It doesn’t have a name.”

“It?” You narrowed your eyes.

“She.” He corrected.

“Why would I name it when I just use it for transportation?” Levi shrugged dismissively. You pursed your lips.

“Because she’s just as alive and capable of feeling as you are, Captain.” You declared with a pointed glare.

“Maybe even more.” You mumbled playfully and Levi’s brow furrowed, questioning if he heard you right. When he didn’t quip back, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

“Dandelion.”

“Huh?”

“She looks like a Dandelion. So that’s her name now.” You grinned in satisfaction and got back to work. Levi regarded you in silent curiosity. The more time the two of you spent together, the more warm he felt by your sweet personality, quirks and all. Now every time he would regard the creature he would think of you and your dorky name for the animal.

The faint chiming of the HQ’s clocktower through the snow’s assault signaled it was midnight.

“Oh, a Christmas Miracle!” You called cheerily once the bells had ceased. The incubator hummed to life, the light and warmth from the engine buzzing brightly. You breathed a sigh of relief and placed your tools down. You got up and stretched your arms, turning to look at your companion.

“And Merry Christmas, Levi.” You grinned, the corners of your eyes crinkling.

“Yeah, Merry Christmas.” He nodded without much enthusiasm.

“Do...you usually celebrate?” You asked after sensing his lack of excitement.

“Not really, but my squad forces me to celebrate. At least the birthday part.” He explained and your eyes widened.

“Christmas is your birthday?” The innocence of your gasp made Levi want to smile. He nodded once more.

“Oh my-Happy Birthday then!” You said excitedly. Levi was consistently amazed by the eagerness of those he knew and strangers alike to celebrate his birthday. He never got the hype.

“Thanks.” He replied with a gentleness to his features. Your excitement towards him had melted away the ice that usually froze over his expressiveness.

“When we get back tomorrow I’ll make you and your squad some Noel tea I received from home to celebrate!” You mused as you came to sit down at an empty chair on the other side of the desk.

“I-if that is, you want to.” You added quickly, a faint blush creeping onto your cheeks after inviting yourself to something you weren’t even a part of. Oh, believe me, did Levi ever want to.

“I want to.” He replied as the corners of his mouth twitched upward.

[perpetuallylocked]

Tag Yourself: Nancy Drew Game Aesthetics Edition

SCK: opening a new book for the first time, the nostalgia of VHS tapes, coca cola in a glass, remembering your locker combo, letterman jackets, watching true crime documentaries, empty high school hallways, 1950s diners, cramming before an exam

STFD: boxes of chocolates, tape recorders, the click-clack of typewriter keys, catching a taxi, shadows on the wall, stained coffee cups, sitting down to rewatch a tv show, perfume bottles, 1990s fashions

MHM: the sight of dust mixing with light, sightreading old sheet music, crystal chandeliers, old floral teacups, crystal balls, old rotary phones, grand staircases, intricate wooden floors, never-ending house projects

TRT: the glitter of diamonds, worn chessboards, snow-covered gardens, ink-covered hands, butterfly collections, cold tile floors, dull suits of armor, dusty history tomes, footsteps muffled by carpets

FIN: plush red velvet, the scent of popcorn, drawing art deco designs in the margins, worn carpets, old playing cards, the feeling there is still magic everywhere, meeting a childhood idol, movie posters on the wall, catching up with a childhood friend

SSH: jade carvings, steep stone steps, chocolate bars, being the only person in a museum gallery, clean lab coats, amazing sights through a microscope, visiting the hospital, remembering facts you've only heard once, checking the mail for your package

DOG: log cabins, the flapping of bird wings, the distant howling of dogs, the odd sensation when you can see the moon during the day, the scent of pine trees, old glass bottles, strolls along the lake shore, admiring 1920s fashion, long walks in the woods

CAR: antique roller coasters, old postcards, the golden light at dusk, loud band organ music, sounds of a carnival at night, ice cream sundaes for dessert, the delight of riding the carousel for the first time, paint-stained clothes, winning a prize from a carnival game

DDI: a steaming mug of tea on a foggy day, sea caves, light from a lighthouse piercing the fog, messages in bottles, approaching deep water, the sound of seagulls, vintage blue bicycles, spotting a whale on the horizon, crumb-topped blueberry muffins

SHA: worn plaid shirts, sunsets on the horizon, the clip-clopping of hooves, antique blanket chests, forbidden romance, mason jars of flowers, brown and blue eggs, playing piano by ear, faded rugs

CUR: leather-bound books, small potted succulents, curving staircases, old portraits, family secrets, four-poster beds, hearing strange sounds at night, food cravings, spending all day on your laptop

CLK: the ticking of an old clock, pearl and cameo jewelry, the scent of a pie baking, the whir of a sewing machine, reading in a window seat, flouncy dresses, bridges over creeks, driving around a small town, reading Shakespeare for your own enjoyment

TRN: ballet slippers, snow mixed with smoke, faded pastel embroidery, the far-off sound of train whistles, old parchment and wax seals, unwrapping a piece of salt water taffy, quirky local museums, organizing your collections and belongings, light shining through tiffany lamps

DAN: light streaming through stained glass windows, bold red lipstick, freshly baked cookies, tales from your grandparents' youth, long-lost love, twirling in a tulle skirt, the overwhelming desire to visit paris, planning out your outfit for the next day, park benches

CRE: wind in the palm trees, footprints in the sand, rustling in the jungle, small seashells, rope bridges, fruity shave ice, waves tickling your toes, the tangy taste of pineapple, watching surfers from the beach

ICE: frozen lakes, sitting by a crackling fire, snow-covered piles of logs, worn leather ice skates, paw prints, staying in bed after you've woken up, seeing your breath in the cold air, unexpected snowball fights, leather-bound journals

CRY: shadows emphasized by candlelight, dirt-caked fingernails, exploring a cemetery at night, wrought iron fences, the smell after it rains, shelves lined with tchotchkes, going back for second helpings at dinner, moonlight streaming through the window, a grandfather clock at the end of the hall

VEN: gelato cones, orange and brown buildings, soft italian songs, gold lockets, buying flowers for yourself, cobblestone courtyards, leaning over the balcony rail, the overwhelming desire to reinvent yourself, dancing like no one is watching

HAU: ocean waves hitting cliffs, hanging herb bundles, old stone fortresses, white lace and promises, wilting flower bouquets, whistling to keep yourself company, distant celtic music, simple diamond rings, sitting in a peaceful garden

RAN: old gold coins, wading in the cold ocean, a slow-moving hourglass, seeing where the sky meets the sea, old pirate legends, sand between your toes, looking down through clear water, buying yourself new clothes for vacation, eating fruit salad for breakfast

WAC: exploring a college campus, old trophies, distant cello music, milk and cookies, cardigan sweaters, texting your friends, bare tree branches, anthologies of stories, school supply shopping

TOT: wind rustling through wheat fields, creaking wooden staircases, white curtains on the window, golden hay bales, old fences lining the road, watching a storm from the porch, buying a new camera, hanging out in your favorite professor's office, sitting on a tire swing

SAW: the faint scent of cherry blossoms, origami cranes, taking a bath, hearing a new language for the first time, shards of glass, seeing your reflection in the water, buying a new stuffed animal, trying a new food on vacation, listening to your grandmother's stories

CAP: rereading favorite fairy tales, blood-red garnets, red hair in braids, mist in the forest, local legends, playing board games on rainy days, remembering your make-believe games of childhood, puffy-sleeved blouses, watching glassblowers make magic

ASH: blue roadsters, rapidly melting ice cream cones, white picket fences, pastel shop awnings, hand-lettered signs in front of shops, the act of simply being with your friends, revisiting your childhood bedroom, spending all day in an antique shop, visiting your friend's house for the first time

TMB: wind-blown sand, straw sun hats, the warmth of the afternoon, chipped statues, well-used research books, having an egypt phase as a kid, planning your next adventure, drinking cold water on a hot day, pushing your hair out of your face

DED: pencil-covered hands, well-oiled gears, the crackling of electricity, eating your favorite flavor of gummy bears, group projects, keeping to yourself at work, unironically wearing ugly sweaters, publishing your research, organizing your messy desk

GTH: peeling paint on a once-grand house, angel statues, sheet-covered furniture, porch swings, lit matches, lace masquerade masks, grand ball gowns, drinking a hot cup of tea and lemon, looking for treasures in the basement

SPY: old leather suitcases, distant memories, the lingering touch of your true love, piano keys, adrenaline rushes, popped trench coat collars, hugging your mom after not seeing her for ages, looking out the window on a train ride, hearing movie soundtracks in your head

MED: the view from the top of a mountain, the rushing sound of waterfalls, freshly dyed hair, shooting stars, wandering off the trail, vintage comic books, philosophical thoughts, binge-watching reality tv, feeling the sense of deja vu

LIE: hands coated with clay and paint, laurel wreaths, pomegranate juice, books of Greek myths, gold sandals, memorizing a monologue, flowing white gowns, spending all day in a museum gallery, exploring ancient ruins

SEA: the twinkling sound of old music boxes, a night shining with stars, cozy knit sweaters, curling up with your dog, model ships, old barrels, learning your town's history, watching gently falling snow, the beauty of the aurora borealis

MID: the dark colors of herbs, edison bulbs, copper kettles, slowly changing leaves, road trips with friends, carving a jack-o'-lantern, exploring cemeteries at night, small shops surrounding a courtyard, thinking you saw a ghost out of the corner of your eye

[kessielrg]

[Kingdom Hearts] Busy Bees

Summary:  By far, Ven’s got the most boring job at the flower shop; the cashier. Sitting day in and day out for someone to browse along the rows of flowers and gardening tools, then probably walk right out again. Sometimes an interesting thing would happen- but they were few and far between. [flower shop AU focused on UX kids][Part 3 in a series of oneshots][VenxOC][EphemerxOC/F!Player]

Rating: K

Word Count: 1,682 words

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Roughly a week before Easter, and Ventus was spending his time rearranging some displays in the hope someone would buy one. It could have been worse- he could have been placed on Easter basket making duty. Strelitzia and Lauriam were already in the back making some. Even more so, at least he wasn't on Easter Bunny duty. That was an event planned for the last day of March most of the time. And, thankfully, it was Ephemer who became their Easter Bunny. Not that anyone else wanted to volunteer...

The bell above the door twinkled as someone came into the shop. Ventus gave a half-hearted look up to give a customer service 'how are you today?' before recognizing that it was just Brain. Trailing right behind Brain was his sister, Sabrina (to whom Ventus absolutely did not have a crush on because she would never give him the time of day). Sabrina was giving her brother a rather irate glare as she sipped on her strawberry milkshake. Likely because Brain was going on about some tech video he saw earlier.

“Why don't you get how neat it was, Sabi?” Brain teased as they lingered near the entrance, possibly so Sabrina could finish her milkshake. “This guy was able to encode a full 5 minute video on a 3 inch floppy disk, and the quality was amazing. Amazing for what it could be, of course.”

Sabrina took her lips off her straw just to rasp, “Nerd.”

“Alright there peanut gallery,” Brain snorted, “I see how it is.”

He then attempted to mess up her hair, but Sabrina dodged it with a casual swoop to the side. It only lead to Brain to laugh at her even more.

“Oh!” he then realized, digging into a paper bag he was holding, “We got something for you Ven.”

Ven blinked, as if he were unaware of his own presence, as Brain pulled out a large muffin. Sabrina started to sip her milkshake again, starting to give Ven a rather judging look. He was more aware of her looking at him than the muffin.

“Are you guys going to help Strelitzia and Lauriam?” he asked, taking the muffin with care.

“Yup.” Brain grinned. “Even managed to drag Sabi into it because she needs something to do than staying at home managing her fashion blog.”

Sabrina huffed. “As if it's my fault that Elie Saab's idea of escapism is 'cirque du soleil' extravagance. 'Designed with his costumers in mind', my well manicured pinkie toe.”

“For the record, you should probably cover them with something.” Brain told her, pointing down to her feet. They were well manicured, and presently being showed off with lace-up sandals. “We're putting small bags of potting soil in the baskets this year.”

Everyone looked down at Sabrina's feet as she wiggled them a bit at the idea. After a moment, she just shrugged.

“I have a pair of socks in your locker just for this reason.” she informed him before starting to head toward the backroom. Brain watched her leave with a grin on his face, his hand at the brim of his fedora in an equal amount of fondness. He looked over at Ven -who started picking at his muffin with some interest- and his grin grew a bit wider, as if he were thinking of something amusing.

“You can come join us, you know. I'm sure Skuld wouldn't mind you abandoning the store front for back end stuff.”

“I… I'll think about it.” Ven carefully replied, almost timidly. “There's a lot of stuff to do...”

“Gotcha.” the older of the two nodded, tipping his fedora at Ven before also heading to the backroom.

Brain casually strolled into the backroom to see what kind of operation the Fleur siblings had concocted to get the baskets done. He was impressed to find that they came up with an assembly-line sort of set up. It started with the round wicker baskets they were going to place everything in, then someone would set a decent sized teddy bear in, then add small, unpainted terracotta pots with a bag of potting soil placed inside, then a young orchid, and finally a packet of flower seeds tucked between the orchid and pots. It was going to be a nice little display in all said and done.

“Look at you busy little bees,” Brain teased, “You need some food.”

Strelitzia, who had been measuring the potting soil to place in the zip bags, looked up at Brain as if she hadn't been aware they had arrived.

“You didn't have to do that.” she told him. She then worked herself up and brushed the soil off her work uniform. Sabrina -now wearing a pair of socks instead of her sandals- took a few steps back with a look of disgust on her face.

“How many baskets did Skuld want this year?” Brain asked Lauriam as he handed him a bagel.

“Twenty-five.” the pink haired man informed him. “That was the only amount of baskets she ordered.”

“Quite a bit, don't you think?”

“Seems like it, but we're in an outdoor mall and pretty well known locally. We'll get rid of them eventually. Speaking of, Skuld wants us to take picture of the baskets so we can put them up online.”

“We should have Sabrina do it.” Strelitzia happily suggested as she went to the sink to wash her hands off.

Sabrina scoffed as she took a stool to the prep table- right where the pending orchids and teddy bears were. “Because last time you used me as a marketing ploy, sales were so high that we had a party to celebrate.”

“You have a very marketable face, sis.” Brain teased, playfully rubbing her back. Sabrina let out another indignant scoff. The banter between siblings made Lauriam and Strelitzia go into a light laughter.

After everyone had something to eat, it was back to business. Strelitzia went back to measuring out the potting soil. Sabrina made herself the one to place the teddy bear and orchid into the basket, Brain sat beside her to get the bags of soil from Strelitzia so he could place them in the little pots. This then left Lauriam with placing the seed packets inside, and decorating the basket with a ribbon. Once they found a comfortable groove to work with, that was when the four of them started to talk.

And since she didn't come around that often, Sabrina was the focus.

“Have you found a new job yet, Sabrina?” Strelitzia curiously asked.

“No.” came the rather annoyed sigh. “At this rate, I might as well get into politics.”

“So we should all be afraid, then?” Lauriam mused as he carefully tied off a bow.

“El Presidente Sabi the Tyrant.” Brain remarked before giving his sister a teasing side glance. Sabrina sneered before poking him with her elbow. He poked her right back without shame.

“Have you thought about working here?” Lauriam asked, a smile on his face reflective of the fun environment. “You and Brain could carpool. I'm sure Skuld would arrange schedules so you two share the same shift.”

“Or share it with Ven.” Sabrina immediately spat back. She paused for a moment, as if she wasn't quite sure of what she had just said. It was Strelitzia who didn't see this hesitation, so she thoughtfully asked without meaning any harm;

“Have you and Ven started dating yet?”

“Strelitzia.” Lauriam quickly -but still oddly gently- admonished.

Strelitzia's cheeks immediately started to flare a bright pink. “Oh. Is that still a sore subject? I'm sorry. I didn't mean...”

“You're fine, Strelitzia.” Sabrina told her with a wave of her hand- not that the woman could see it. “It's not your fault that some people can't mind their own business.” She shot her brother a dark glare that he just as easily shrugged off. After giving an exasperated sigh, Sabrina then went on to say, “I don't see why I'm the one that has to ask him. I get that it's obvious, but I'm not the one that needs to put a spine in him. If he can't do something that simple, then I will wait- for him or otherwise.”

“Sabrina, I hate to break it to you, but not everyone can be like Ephemer.”

“Don't be stupid- Anora was the one who took the lead in everything they did. Probably still does.”

Strelitzia let out a snort so unflattering that everyone turned to look at her.

“Do you have something to say, Zee?”

“N-no!” the young woman stammered- her face becoming a shade so red, it could have rivaled a blossoming rose. “Not at all!”

“Some things never change.” Lauriam calmly noted as he went back to work.

Meanwhile, Ventus was doing his absolute best to grow a spine. He was caught in a conflict over whether they could really use his help, or if he just wanted to sit by Sabrina and make it less than obvious that he was admiring her. Other than that, he remained in the front as he tried to look busy in case someone came in. If he did go help the others, then who would come out to help a costumer than came in? There wouldn't be much of a competition, would there? Everyone but Sabrina was still a clocked-in employee, after all.

It's not like everyone didn't know he liked her. Everyone at that stupid flower shop wouldn't hesitate to place the two of them in the same room so something would happen. If Ventus went back to help, and a costumer came in, he'd almost place a hundred bucks that Brain himself would go to help.

“You know what?” Ven mumbled to himself as he took a look outside the windows. There wasn't anyone that looked remotely interested in coming toward the shop, and so with a nod, Ven went to the backroom. His confidence in his choice nearly faded the closer he got. When he was just steps away from joining the others, Ven nervously cleared his throat before asking;

“Room for one more?”

[sonipanda]

Back into Silca we go, and this time we are trying out their holdups. So far I have been enjoying their hosiery, and I am hoping these will carry on the positive reviews I have been giving!

The Spec

Colour: Black

Size: Small

Denier: 15

Materials: 85% polyamide, 15% elastane

Price: €8.22

Website: Silca – Hold-up Les Bas

My Outfit

I wanted to go a little fancy to work today, so I paired up my satin shirt with elasticated waist belt to give it some structure and added my ankle strap court shoes to finish off the look.

My Deets

Shirt Dress: Femme Luxe

Holdups: Silca

Heels: Lost Ink

    The Review

From The Website: In veiled lycra with silicon lace top

  The Packaging: is pretty simple. The front shows the model wearing the holdups, the brand name and model name too. Flip over to the back, and you will find a little information about the pair inside.

When you get in, you will find these flat folded around plain card. These also have foot and leg shaping to them, so they’ll be super easy to scrunch and roll on.

  Getting Them On: I took my time going over the toes and anklets, before I started to pull them up the legs. If it helps, face the silicone bands outside so you get a smooth glide up and flip back over to set in place. Otherwise just shimmy/roll them up and set in place when you’re done.

I always sit mine quite high up the legs as I don’t like exposing the bands on them, especially when I’m wearing them to work.

  On The Legs: so the thing that stands out for me the most here is how SOFT AND SMOOTH these are on the legs! I cannot tell you how gorgeous they are and have this luxury feel without the price tag attached. Both inside and out, they are smooth against the legs and a pleasure to be in for the whole day.

The quality of these are amazing; they have not snagged at all and have been so good to me. They have plenty of stretch for my size, and I can see these lasting well if you take care of them properly.

The fit is great; they are true to size and I can sit them high or low on the thighs depending on my mood. You have the option to do so rather than being forced to sit them where you can’t tug them anymore.

  The Toes & Ankle: as far as I am aware, these don’t have reinforced toes to them, which means you can wear them with pee toe and open toe shoes and sandals. The downside is that you will need to watch your nails to make sure they won’t be making any horrible holes when you’re not paying attention!

I had plenty of wiggle room for my toes to move about, and it was a comfort fit around the whole of the foot. Around the ankles, I had a lovely smooth fitted finish.

  The Bands: my favourite part! Look how pretty these bands are, and that darker lace in contrast with the sheerer leg is just gorgeous! These have a double silicone band inside, which I’m sure you’ll be able to see in the close up images below.

These hold up really well on the thighs, and did not once lose tack during the day. I did test them out by prising them away from the legs a few times and sticking them back, and they remained the same – still got the holding power to them.

I can say that these don’t dig into you either; sometimes you can get bands that can be quite tight around the thighs so you end up with a muffin top, but not with these. These sit flush against the skin and hug so you don’t actually feel them.

  My Thoughts?

Another great pair I got to try out today, and I loved them. A great everyday pair, whether you decide to dress them up or down. I loved the fit, they looked amazing and the lace detail on the bands are stunning. I would recommend for sure!

Silca Les Bas Holdups Back into Silca we go, and this time we are trying out their holdups. So far I have been enjoying their hosiery, and I am hoping these will carry on the positive reviews I have been giving!

[keeperprinceling]

Girl Next Door AU No WoL business, just two Keepers who randomly ended up living next door to each other~

featuring @menphinasbow

She was just… the girl next door.

She had a garden, and a thing for moogles. 

Sometimes she sang to herself while she weeded. Sometimes he stopped to listen. 

Sometimes she sat on her steps, leaned her head against the white stone wall, and watched the sea until the sun sunk below the horizon. Sometimes she fell asleep on her beach chair and he’d see her there when he got in. 

Sometimes she’d say ‘hi!’ when she saw him. Sometimes he’d wave in her general direction.

They were neighbours. She was pretty, he was busy. 

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His foot paused on the stair as he heard the scream. It didn’t sound so much in immediate life-threatening danger as surprised and potentially-but-not-incredibly hurt, so he hesitated. He was tired. It’d been a long day and he just wanted to get inside, get undressed, and relax. Honestly, she was bound to have a linkshell and someone else would be along to check on her. But… feeling the weight of the carbuncle’s gaze, he looked down at its wide, black eyes, and begrudgingly nodded nevertheless. He’d check it out. It scampered off across the grass, hopped his fence, and disappeared into his neighbour’s yard towards the sound. Keeping hold of his bag, he followed, vaulting over the fence to land in her lower-leveled lawn, pushing off hard enough with his hand to miss landing on her little carbuncle-themed bench; he picked himself up from his crouch and found the carbuncle nowhere in sight, but her window was open, so that’s probably where it went. He leaned towards it and found the inside of her cottage a mess, piles of books strewn everywhere - an empty toppled-over bookshelf looking the culprit.

“Are you alright?”

Movement among the books turned out to be a hand, his carbuncle appearing behind the books to sniff it delicately, neverminding its added aetherial weight to the pile that buried her. He took the little twitch of her fingers as permission to come in and used the unlocked front door to enter, quickly but gingerly stepping over the mess to get to the bookshelf and lift it off her, setting it back against the wall before reaching down to help her up, books shedding off of her like water. He offered her his support to make it to her sea-green couch and helped her ease down onto its cushions. She thanked him, he replied he was glad he could help; he was too tired to flirt and her family name wasn’t right for it anyway so he didn’t put effort into being charming. She explained she had been redecorating. He slyly suggested she might have wanted to remove a few more books first. She sighed in a long-suffering way that he enjoyed; he offered to help clean up the mess. She refused - he had helped her more than enough already, she didn’t want to take up too much of his time, especially after work. His carbuncle practically sprawled in her lap. He called it and it came; he suggested she get someone else to help her move the heavy stuff in the future. She nodded but didn’t look too enthused with the prospect. She wished him a good night, he did the same. He left. 

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The knock at his door was unexpected. The sunlight streaming through his blinds unwelcomed. He wanted to roll over, bury his head in his pillow, and go back to sleep, but a second knock made him check to make sure his linkpearl was still seated in his ear - which it was. So the knocker wasn’t someone from work. Which meant he could ignore them. … but he was already awake now, and the slight chance that they could be family made him roll up out of bed. He padded up the stairs, running a hand through his hair and pulling a shirt on over his head to look halfway presentable in this indecent hour before opening the door. It was the neighbour-girl; she had half-turned away, as though about to give up, but turned back to him with a smile when he answered and held out a basket of… muffins? Thanks for helping her before, she explained. He invited her in - he didn’t know what else to do in that situation. He made tea and brought out some preserves and butter, plates and flat knives. She sat at his little kitchen table, sunlight drenching her, and followed him with her eyes, asking questions about his choice of tea - he had it because it was familiar - and preserves - again, familiar - and how long he had been out of the Shroud - something he hadn’t specifically shared? He didn’t even know her name. She felt it wasn’t that hard to figure out, and he had to give her that. He asked about where she was from - she didn’t have the feel of a traditional Keeper about her - and she replied vaguely “here and there”. They ate muffins and drank tea and talked small. He found out she taught younger children in the city and volunteered with orphans in Limsa Lominsa, and she adored the sea, but he already knew that part, at least. She asked about his job - guild Arcanist - and how he got to Limsa from the Shroud - long story - and complemented the tea. 

Her name was Yvaine, and sometimes her nose crinkled when she thought something was funny, but not quite funny enough to make her laugh. He would be helping her move that bookshelf in exchange for some “amazing” Ul’dahn delicacy. He didn’t like the sound of foreign food, but he had nothing else planned for the day, and it had been his suggestion she find someone to help her. And she brought muffins. He couldn’t say no.

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Her cottage was a lot more organized the second time he entered it. The books were stacked neatly around the room with enough space to move the bookcase over to an adjacent wall, between two windows. She welcomed him in and apologized for the mess anyway, and explained her plan for the bookshelf, the couch, the desk, and a few small pieces of furniture besides. They got to work. 

Her eyebrows furrowed when she concentrated. Whenever they finished moving something she would stand back with her hands on her hips and really look at the design before she decided that was where it belonged. She got them glasses of water when they finished moving the larger pieces and took a break, and when she drank she closed her eyes - but she must have felt him looking, as she kept them open the second sip, looking out the window at the roses she had planted. There was framed art on her walls - some that were rather well done, others that were obviously painted by children, signed with a large, unpracticed script. Some of the stick figures in the artwork were obviously her, with the teal tail and ears and hair, often accompanied by dots for eyes and a big smile. Sometimes music notes were attempted in the air beside her, sometimes she had something like an instrument in her hand. He pointed them out, asked if she played, and she smiled fondly at the picture, or the memory of the child who drew it, and replied that she was good with a hand-harp and the flute, that she used to sing at taverns to earn a living when she was a little younger. He… couldn’t picture her in a tavern, but then he really only knew of Buscarron’s Druthers and the place with the Mizzenmast in Limsa. He could easily picture her earning a living with her voice, though. But he didn’t say that. 

They moved her desk, and he asked who taught her to sing. They rearranged chairs as she asked him how he ended up an arcanist. They unrolled a new rug - the reason behind the entire rearrangement - and he asked her… about moogles, as the rug was nice and understated but for the mythical creatures that adorned its corner edges. She smiled wide, but admitted rather sheepishly - her shoulders shrugging slightly - that she thought she had seen one before, once when she lived near Gridania, but, beyond that, she thought they were cute, and she was much less bashful admitting that fact than her earlier admission. She liked to have cute things in her house, she stated proudly, and he couldn’t help smiling with her.

The room was rearranged before the end of the day - including placement little plush dolls and figurines to adorn the bookshelf they had put back together - and she begged a postponement of the promised meal to go for a quick swim to cool off. In his opinion, he swam too often for work as it was, and the idea of seeking a swim for enjoyment had never once crossed his mind, but she laced her fingers and to deny a request like that was impossible to do politely, so he agreed. He intended to head home and relax for a bit, but he barely had time to take off his shoes when there was a knock at his door and Yvaine stood there in a swimsuit with a towel thrown over one shoulder, urging him to hurry up when she saw he was still fully clothed. He felt turning her down would cause more of an issue than playing along, so while she stood on his lawn in her sandals, sun hat, and dark glasses, he changed into a loose short-sleeved shirt and long shorts, deeming them good enough, and eventually joined her. She made a face at his choice but didn’t say anything as she led him down the short walk from the white cobblestoned path to the beach, dropped her towel, and made immediately for the water. He joined her, but far less enthusiastically.

She had learned to swim when she was still small. For a good portion of her growing up, she hadn’t been near the beach for very long, though, but loved it so much she had been determined to live by the sea one day, and here she was. She swam like a fish. He waded in up to his waist and considered the task complete. She floated peacefully as the sun set and stars started to appear, and he reveled in the coming of the night, relaxing muscles he never realized he had been tensing during the day. He still wasn’t used to a diurnal schedule. She had never been nocturnal, despite her heritage, but admitted to enjoying the ability to see better in the dark than everyone else. He felt… odd, that that was her only takeaway. But then she was getting cold, and deemed it time for dinner, and led him ashore to dry off. 

She met him at his place a little later, damp but in dry clothes with all the ingredients for the meal she promised, which she made in his kitchen. She hummed when she cooked. She seemed surprised by his offer to assist and assured him this was payback for his help, but he got their places set and stirred things in passing anyway. They talked about food, and cooking experience, and first cooked meal experiences, the good and the bad and the disgusting. She refused the idea that any food was inherently gross, saying that it tasted good to someone otherwise they wouldn’t be making it, but he stood firm in his belief that some things just shouldn’t be eaten. 

Her meal was spicy and flavorful and he couldn’t decide if he liked it or not - the taste was so different his immediate response was that he didn’t care for it, but the company was nice and so enthusiastic about its taste he was sure that, to someone, it tasted delicious, so he ate it all with her. They had sweetbread for dessert; she very obviously liked dessert.

When she left she thanked him for helping her redecorate. He thanked her for the meal. She smiled. He smiled. They wished each other goodnight. 

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At work the next day he saw a little unicorn figurine, part of a whole lot being imported from Ishgard, and bought one off the seller once the merchandise was cleared.

He didn’t see her when he got home, and the lights in her cottage were out, so he placed it in her mailbox for her to find when she got back.

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With talks of another pirate raid on the winds, he was away from home for an entire week. When he returned he found a handful of colorful seashells on his garden wall that made him smile. He looked over at her house, but in the middle of the day on a Watersday, she was probably out. He took the largest of the conical shells with him and put it on an end table before falling into bed, very much enjoying how it did not rock to and fro.

When he woke, hours and hours later, he needlessly ventured out into his yard, the moon a heavy gibbous overhead, and breathed in the quiet night… and smiled, because it wasn’t so quiet. A song hummed in the breeze and he wandered over to the fence between their yards and saw her there, tending to some exotic bloom that glowed in the night. He asked what it was called. She nearly jumped in surprise at his voice, exclaiming that he was back with the same breath so she sounded surprised, but quickly cleared her throat to play it off, even as he smirked down at her from his higher vantage point, arms crossed and leaning on his garden wall. She answered his question, asked how he was. He replied vaguely - long story - and returned the question. She answered positively and quickly looked back at him as though wanting to ask him something else but decided against it. He… didn’t want that, so he prompted the question. She offered him a way out if he didn’t want to answer, but asked more about his job - the open water, the pirates, the danger, what attracted him to that profession. He started to answer her without trying to talk himself or the job up, but the open interest in her face and her reactions to what he considered mundane was just too much to let go; he started to embellish portions to make the stories - already occasionally larger-than-life - more and more unbelievable, but her eyes kept getting wider and wider as she accepted it all at face value. He couldn’t help making it seem a little more dangerous than it was, drawing her further and further in, her gardening all but forgotten as she ended up standing on the other side of the bench against her garden wall, so close that he could reach out and pat her head if he wanted to, but instead he just leaned closer, quieting to add more drama and make the tale more intimate. It was when he revealed the leader of a nefarious pirate crew to be none other than Leviathan, the Lord of the Whorl, did she suddenly wise-up to his yarn-spinning. Her brows first furrowed in fear, but then angled down in disbelief, and her mouth turning from a small “o” of fearful disbelief, and then an “o” for disbelief of an entirely different sort. She frowned at him and crossed her arms in front of her chest, her tail lashing warningly as he laughed and apologized. 

“You’re tricky, Khit’li Mewrilah,” she stated accusingly as she turned back towards her gardening. 

He softly replied to add that she was a little bit gullible, and she ‘tsk’d him as she knelt back down. He smiled down at her, but she was pointedly ignoring him now. He chuckled, apologizing again, and told her it wasn’t all made up before he wished her a good night. Once he had cleared sight of her she called after him, asking which parts were true, and he called back, his heart fluttering in his chest, that she’d just have to ask him again another time.

ANYWAY I enjoyed myself xD ♥ Maybe I’ll continue it in the future \o/

[lost-n-stereo]

a/n: I suck, I suck, I suck. That’s all.

prompt: Bellarke + 15 - The new handyman is hot so I’m gonna keep breaking stuff

fix this broken heart of mine - part 2 [part 1]

A coffee cup rests on the table in front of her and she’s acutely aware of Bellamy’s boot pressed up against the side of her cute gold gladiator sandal.

“So, did you like the Dubstep?”

Bellamy’s eyes are twinkling over his coffee cup and she rolls her own. “Yeah, it was fine.”

“Just fine?” he scoffs. “I was going to admit that I actually quite liked Britney but now…”

Clarke giggles, a stupidly girlish sound that she immediately wishes she could take back. She’s twenty one years old, not thirteen nervous to talk to her first crush.

“Britney’s awesome,” she says, picking at her orange cranberry muffin. “And the Dubstep wasn’t so bad.”

Bellamy doesn’t respond, just winks and takes another sip from his latte.

“Tell me about yourself,” he says and she blanches. She’s not used to a forward man like Bellamy, someone that asks her for coffee or about her life with no prompting. It’s refreshing albeit a little scary.

“Well,” she blows out a breath. “I’m twenty one, recently single. I work at McMillan’s on Fourth as a waitress and sometimes bartender. No siblings, parents are still married. I think that’s about it.”

“That’s about it?”

She shrugs. “Yeah, why?”

Bellamy laughs and nudges her foot with his boot. “Because I asked about you, not your stats. All I know about you is that you listen to Britney Spears while you jog and have a knack for shit breaking down in your house.”

Clarke blushes, tries not to think of the few times she’s seen Bellamy over the past few weeks. First her ice maker, then the call about her dryer. But after that she accidentally snapped off her shower head (which he made fun of her for profusely), dropped a knife down her garbage disposal and somehow managed to lock Raven and Jaspers’ cat in her bathroom when she was pet sitting.

Yeah, needless to say she's looked like a fucking idiot about 90% of the time she’s been around Bellamy Blake.

“You know,” he says with a smirk. “I was starting to think maybe you were breaking things just to get me to come over.”

She’s blushing, god damn it. She can feel the heat hitting her cheeks. “That’s insane,” she says. “What would make you think that?”

Bellamy shrugs. “Maybe the fact that I heard your friend tell you to do it.”

Clarke chokes on her Americano. “Oh my god. You heard that? That is so fucking embarrassing.”

She doesn’t miss the delighted little flare in his eyes at her swearing. “It’s not, actually. It’s cute. Not that it’s what you’re doing…”

“It’s not,” she promises and she’s being totally honest. “I’ve just never lived on my own before, it’s a little daunting.”

Bellamy nods, looks down at his cup when he asks his next question. “Does that have to do with the recently single stat?”

“It does,” she confirms sadly. “My ex Finn…he cheated on me. Found out after five years of dating. We were almost engaged.”

“Jesus.”

When she looks up at him he almost appears to be mad, his dark brows furrowed. “I know, what an idiot I am, right? Five years and living together and I couldn’t even see the signs.”

“That’s not what I was thinking at all,” he says quietly. “I’m just wondering what kind of fucking moron would cheat on you.”

Now she’s definitely blushing. “That’s sweet of you to say,” she says “But this is far too serious of a conversation for eight in the morning. Tell me something about you.”

Bellamy grins at her obvious change of topic and leans back in his chair. “Well,” he says, blowing out an exaggerated breath, to make fun of her no less. “I’m twenty six, single but for awhile. It’s not recent or anything.”

She snorts. “You don’t have to tease me.”

He holds his hands up in mock defense. “I’m not! I’m just giving you the rundown. Now where was I? Oh yeah, single. I work at the apartment complex, obviously, but I also volunteer at a library downtown a few nights a week. I have one sister, Octavia, she’s a little younger than you and a fucking brat, and a single mom that I adore.”

God, that’s sweet. “Is that all?” she teases and he shakes his head with a laugh.

“Not even close,” he cracks his knuckles dramatically across the table and she rolls her eyes. “I like to work out, but not in that gym rat way. I prefer jogging or MMA classes with my best friend Miller. Who’s gay and awesome, so I don’t know if having a gay best friend gets me any cool points but I thought I’d throw that out there. I like to knit, don’t laugh my Grandma taught me, and I have a serious obsession with WW2 documentaries on Netflix.”

Clarke is just staring at him, her face threatening to break apart with a smile. He’s unlike anyone she’s ever met, not just because of the things that he likes but because he’s so open and honest. Needless to say she’s not used to people being open and honest with her lately.

“So what you’re telling me is that you and your best friend, who happens to be gay, like to beat people up for fun and then you go home to knit a scarf while watching World War II in Color?”

Bellamy beams. “You’ve heard of that one?”

“My friend Jasper forced me to watch it one night,” she laments. “Hella depressing.”

Bellamy laughs so hard she thinks he might fall out of his chair. “Yeah, well it wasn’t a bundle of laughs, I’ll admit. But it was interesting as hell. I’m kind of a history buff.”

“Sure you don’t mean nerd, not buff?” Her eyes drag down his body then, land on his arms and she smirks. “I guess buff isn’t that far off.”

The comment surprises them both but she shrugs when he raises an eyebrow. Her heart speeds up when he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and leans across the table.

“I like you, Clarke Griffin.”

She smiles and leans forward too.

“I like you too, Bellamy Blake.”

***

It becomes a routine, jogging together at seven every morning and then coffee afterwards.

One morning she mentions how stupid it is that they eat and drink the calories that they just worked but Bellamy just shrugs, winks at her and tells her he likes the atmosphere.

They talk about everything, from her coming out as bisexual to her friends and family in high school to him wanting to be an archeologist before he realized they made shit for money. Conversation is light and breezy, never overly sexual or flirting, and she likes that they are getting to know each other as friends before anything else.

One night in late June that changes.

She’s cleaning up her house after a little get together, one that Bellamy was invited to but because of reasons unknown didn’t show up at. He called at least, said he had some ‘shit to take care of’ and that he’d make it up to her.

Whatever, she thinks in annoyance as she scrubs at a dish. She’s had a beer or four and she’s just this side of drunk. I’m not his girlfriend. He can do what he wants.

But sometimes she feels like they are more than just friends. Like when he brings over a bag of popcorn and a six pack of Stella and they watch reruns of The Walking Dead on Hulu cuddled up on her couch. Her feet are usually in his lap while he nurses a beer because he isn’t a big fan of drinking in excess, his thumb sometimes brushing against her ankle when he holds the bottle between two fingers and lets it dangle over her legs.

They have met each other’s friends and spend a lot of time hanging out, either at her place or his. She’s ridden in his truck, bare feet up on the dash as they drove through town with the windows down, old school country music playing softly in the background. He’s met her parents, she’s met his mom and sister. They have everything that a relationship does except the title and the physical stuff.

And damn, she wants the physical stuff more than she wants to take her next breath.

It’s nearing ten when she hears the familiar rumbling of Bellamy’s truck passing her apartment. He lives three buildings down and she knows that what she’s about to do it childish and stupid but she doesn’t care. He wasn’t here tonight and she wanted him to be.

Forgive her if she has to force his hand a little.

She pulls open her silverware drawer a little harder than she needs too and she grabs a fork, twirling it around in her finger like a baton before dropping it into the sink.

“Oops,” she says a little deviously as she flips on the garbage disposal. The wretched sound of metal grinding hits her ears and she grins. “Whatever will I do?”

She pulls her phone out of her back pocket and thumbs in a text.

I need a handyman.

A beat. Of course you do. On my way.

It’s way past office hours. Bellamy doesn’t have to come but she knew that he would. She flips the garbage disposal back off, knows damn well she could just reach her hand in there to pull it out but where’s the fun in that?

A knock at her door and then its opening, Bellamy’s boots hitting the small linoleum landing as he lets himself in.

“Clarke?”

“Kitchen!”

He’s dressed up, well as dressed up as he gets, and her heart clenches when she thinks that maybe he was out on a date. He’s wearing dark jeans, a new pair of black boots and a navy button up over a black t shirt. His hair is combed and his reading glasses are still resting on his nose.

“What’s up?” He asks as he slides by her and she can smell the expensive cologne he only wears when he goes out.

“You look nice,” she says and he gives her a sideways look.

“Thanks. Now, what did you break this time?”

She sighs and points to the sink. “Garbage disposal again,” she says, as if she wasn’t the one who broke it.

Bellamy rolls up his sleeves and looks down into the drain. “There’s a fork in here,” he says, his voice laced with amusement. “Clarke…did you do this on purpose?”

She nods her head yes. “No.”

He grins and pushes away from the sink, moves so he’s boxing her in with both hands resting on the counter behind her. It’s the closest they have ever been face to face, except for the few rare hugs they are shared over the last few months.

“Why would you do that,” he murmurs, his lips so close to hers that she can taste his breath.

“You didn’t come tonight.” It comes out sadder than she meant it to and he frowns down at her.

“I’m sorry. I told you I had shit to do. I would have much rather had been here.”

She tugs at her bottom lip with her teeth, not wanting to ask the question on her mind but it leaves her lips anyway.

“Did you have a date?”

The look on his face is almost comical. “A date? What? No, I was with my mom and sister. You and I are…”

Her breath catches. “You and I are what, Bellamy?”

Fire races up her arm when he slides his hand from her wrist to her shoulder before settling on the side of her neck.

“We’re…getting to know each other. I figured that you wanted to take things slow, after everything that you went through with your ex.”

“Honestly,” she says, leaning up so she’s closer to his face. “I’m done with slow.”

That’s all it takes, one little go ahead and he’s crushing his lips to hers, sending shock waves through her as he lifts her up and sets her on the counter.

“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he says when he pulls away, his lips never leaving her skin. He kisses across her cheeks, down over her collarbone and back up until he’s tugging her bottom lip between his teeth.

“You should have,” she says breathlessly.

“I was trying to be a gentleman.”

She wraps her legs around his waist and he picks her up effortlessly. “Well stop trying,” she tells him as he walks them backwards towards her bedroom.

Bellamy’s grin is wolfish when he tosses her down unceremoniously on her bed.

“At least for tonight,” he rasps out, reaching behind him to pull his shirt off.

***

Her doorbell rings at eleven the night before Christmas Eve and she rolls her eyes.

“Bell, just come inside!”

A shuffle, then a beat and then another knock. “I can’t open the door. My hands are full!”

Clarke narrows her eyes, wondering not only what he’s doing here in the middle of the night but what he could possibly have in his arms that makes him unable to open the door.

“Better be my Christmas presents,” she mumbles as she pulls open the front door and before she can react there is a black and white puppy squirming around in Bellamy’s arms trying to get to her. “What the fu…”

Bellamy covers the dog’s ears. “Not in front of the baby,” he says seriously before flashing her a grin and stepping inside.

“Bellamy, what’s going on? Who’s this?”

“This,” he says, holding the tiny Dalmatian out to her, “is your Christmas present. It’s a girl, pick out a cool name.”

“A puppy?” The squirming little thing is now desperately trying to get on the ground so she sets it, no her down, and turns towards her smiling boyfriend. “You got me a puppy?”

“I got you a Dalmatian puppy,” he says in a proud voice, like this is something she should have expected.

“Is that supposed to mean something?” She asks and he frowns a little, cocks his head at the exact same time the dog does and she can’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry, am I being an asshole? She’s really cute, Bell. Thank you.”

“Don’t you remember a few weeks ago? We were watching that movie, with that stupid guy you like…?”

“Ryan Gosling.”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. And him and his girlfriend had that Dalmatian and you were like ‘Oh Bellamy, one day that’ll be us. A happy little family.’”

Now it’s her turn to roll her eyes. “I have definitely never sounded like that but sure, I remember that now. Bellamy,” her eyes turn soft now and she reaches for him. “That’s so sweet. Thank you. But you know you’re going to have to help me take care of her right?”

Bellamy smiles shyly, reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little box. “That actually leads me to another part of my present.” He rests the little box in her hand and she gasps.

“Is this…?”

He laughs. “No, it’s not an engagement ring. Jesus, Clarke. I haven’t even known you a year. No, silly girl. Open it.”

She bites her lip as she takes off the tiny red ribbon, opens the white box to see a key nestled inside. “Is this your house key?”

Bellamy nods. “Move in with me. It makes more sense, you’re at my place all the time anyways and hey, free rent for both of us, right? Plus you’re always breaking shit and now I won’t have to walk a hundred feet to fix it...”

Clarke grins, tears prickling her eyes. “You don’t have to use free rent and handyman services to get me to move in with you. I’d love to.”

His eyes are twinkling when he looks at her. “Yeah?” She nods and he pulls her to him, wraps his long arms around her waist and kisses her head. “Good, because little Drusilla needs her mommy and daddy.”

Clarke snorts. “We’re not naming that dog Drusilla.”

“Spike?”

“Bellamy…”

“Fine, Buffy?”

Clarke laughs, pulls him down by the collar to brush a kiss across his lips. “We never should have binge watched all seven seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”

He kisses her nose. “Agree to disagree,” he says and then he chases after the puppy, who’s currently running in circles around the living room floor. “Come here, Willow. That’s a good girl.”

Clarke shakes her head and laughs and drops down on the floor with them.

“Willow isn’t so bad,” she tells him with a smile and at the name the dog runs to her and licks her right across the face.

Bellamy laughs, pulls her so she’s lying in front of him, and they kiss lazily while Willow tugs at the bottom of her sweatshirt.

All and all, it’s a pretty good life.

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This is super extra but all of the this or that ones

Well I do like extra! Let’s do this!

cacti or succulentssucculents!

butterflies or honeybeeshoneybees

typewritten or handwritten lettersThat really depends but the scales tip in favor of handwritten.

flower crowns or oversized sun hats oversized sun hats (seriously so many people are lusting over my sun hat)

polaroids or filmHonestly I have no strong ties to either, but if I had to pick one I’d pick polaroids.

road tripping in a VW bus down the coast or camping in the woods on summer nightsaaaaa this is hard! I’ll go with camping in the woods, but only because I hate sand. /anakinskywalker

cozy beanbags or breezy hammocksI’ve lived long enough that I’ve reached the point that I find both of these disappointing, but I guess I find hammocks less disappointing.oversized jumpers or fluffy bathrobesaaaaaa I like both of these so much! I’ll pick…. jumpers. Bathrobes are nice but I always have trouble with them leaving a gap right down the middle and leaving me indecent if I don’t wear something beneath it.

banana bread or pumpkin spiced loafI’m honestly kind of beyond both of these? Give it to me as a muffin and I’ll pick pumpkin spice.

the smell of old books or the smell of petrichorPetrichor every time.

chapstick or matte lipstickchapstick, especially key lime or spearmint chapstick

macarons or eclairs eclairs

a candlelit bath or a naturally lit reading roomcandlelit bath (the best part of having a house as opposed to an apartment)

a matinee at a musical or a evening at the art gallerymatinee at a musical, but only by a little bit

creamy hot cocoa with marshmallows or dippable hot chocolate with churros creamy with marshmallows

poetry or proseWhichever one ends up being the more bite-sized tidbit, which is often poetry.

vinyl or cassettesCassettes if for no other reason than because I actually have something that plays cassettes.

antique shops or second hand storesI love visiting both, but I’ll pick antique shops for this because of the little old lady who owns a local antique shop who is the sweetest lady. I’m not even kidding, she’s always just so delightful to see, possibly because she’s doing what she wants in life and gets to take the time to see her family while doing it.

a heavy, rich chocolate cake with ganache and caramel or a light, summer sponge cake with cream and fruitHeavy chocolate and caramel. It sounds like an excellent petit four.

purikuras or photo booths*looks up purikuras* I’m not sure I know the difference? At least not anymore. All the photo booths I run into at the mall nowadays have what look to be that same setup. And I’ve never used a photo booth before, nor do I use any photo apps on my phone. I’ll take a third option and say selfies.

cozy scarfs or warm beaniesCozy scarf. The one hat I have that’s really nice is technically a nice oversized beret, so there aren’t any warm hats that will take that one’s place.

rose gold or copperrose gold

watching the sky at sunset from the beach or watching the city below from an airplane at nightSunset at the beach. While I do like flying and the city is gorgeous at night, there isn’t all that much to DO on a plane. I’d rather be IN the city at night, not just looking at it. And sunset at the beach is a great time for campfires and seaside strolls.

mason jars or coffee mugs*looks at my huge coffee mug collection, which resulted in me adding hooks to my walls to hang up the extra mugs* Well, there ya go.

puffy clouds and blue skies or thunder and lighting on rainy daysThunder and lightning on rainy days, no question.

a cup of hot tea or a bowl of warm soupaaaaaaa this is tough! I’d rather have both! But if I must pick, I’ll go with the soup. (though tbh I prefer my soup in a mug for sipping)

picnic on a grassy hill or tea in a flower gardentea in a flower garden

silk or lacesilk (lace is itchy!)

sketching in a museum or journaling in a caféjournaling in a cafe

converse high tops or beaded summer sandalsugh I kinda don’t like both, but only for comfort reasons. Aesthetically, I prefer the high tops.

sweet crêpes or fluffy pancakesOkay this one is tough for a different reason. Generally I prefer crepes, but I always pick savory crepes, not sweet ones. When it comes to sweet things, I prefer fluffy pancakes. So I guess that’s the answer.

galaxies or nebulaegalaxies

cuff-chain earrings or full finger ringscuff-chain earrings

knee socks or leggingsLeggings, in spite of how many cute socks I own. The tops are too tight for my thighs and my knees just end up getting cold!

in bed or out in the rainBoth! But it’s always so nice at night when I’m going to sleep and listening to a good thunderstorm.

the muted colors of winter or the vibrant colors of summerAlso both! In fact, I’m really not sure I can choose between those two. I guess I’ll pick winter if for no other reason than when I’m in one season of extremes then I find myself longing for the other.

autumn leaves or spring flowersspring flowers

summer fruits: peaches, berries, cherries, and apricots or tropical fruits: pineapples, mangos, papaya, and grapefruit.I guess I’ll pick tropical fruits because that’s where the citrus fruits are.

malt shakes or ice cream floatsThat all comes down to flavors, and the flavors I like the best tend to work best in ice cream floats.

smooth jazz or lo-fiWhich one is the classical music? Ok for real I’ll pick lo-fi.

waves lapping at the shore or wind rolling over wheat fieldswaves lapping at the shore

sunflowers or lavenderSunflowers for all the reasons.

enamel pins or embroidered patchesenamel pins

fresh cheeses and cured meats or fresh bread and homemade jamsAll Of These Things Go Together. How am I supposed to pick? But if I were led to shops specializing in all of these things, the one that I’d be most excited about is cheese, so fresh cheeses and cured meats.

fireworks or sparklerssparklers

bath bombs or scented candles bath bombs

library borrower cards or vintage postcardsvintage postcards

singing and playing the ukulele while walking or singing in the car with the windows downsinging in the car with the windows down

filling your passport with stamps from each place you travel to or collecting souvenirs from every place you’ve traveled toOkay but if you’re going to places that necessitate a passport then you’ll get those anyway? But even then, they’re just a legal thing, so I guess I’ll pick souvenirs because they’re more personal.

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The best tummy flatteners, according to Amazon reviewers

The best tummy flatteners, just in time for summer. (Photo: Getty)

It’s spring, and finally time to pack away those bulky sweaters in favor of fun dresses. But, of course, it’s a little harder to hide extra bumps and bulges behind figure-hugging dresses and skirts.

Luckily, there are plenty of corsets and shapers out there to do you a solid and create that perfect silhouette you’re after. We rounded up the top-rated products according to Amazon reviewers, so you don’t have to spend time hunting down the perfect one. Among them: A brand celebrities can’t get enough of.

Pick up one of these to have on-hand for the next time you want a little extra smoothing out.

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ShaperX Faja Open Bust Bodysuit

ShaperX Faja Open Bust Bodysuit (Photo: ShaperX)

This is a top-seller in bodysuits, and nearly 5,000 people rave about how well it works. “I hardly ever write reviews but I had to this time because I LOVED this so much,” one person said. “This product is amazing and makes me feel confident again,” another wrote.

Shop it: ShaperX Faja Open Bust Bodysuit, $20-$29, amazon.com

ShaperX Women’s Sports Latex Corset

ShaperX Women’s Sports Latex Corset (Photo: ShaperX)

This corset uses two layers of latex and a soft fabric inner liner to reduce your waistline by more than three inches. The ShaperX has three rows of a hook and eye closure to ensure a perfect fit. People are loving on this corset online. “This is by far the best quality corset I’ve ever tried on,” one person wrote. “it instantly cinches your waist,” another said.

Shop it: ShaperX Women’s Sports Latex Corset, $17-$28, amazon.com

Pop Fashion Women’s Bodysuit

Pop Fashion Women’s Bodysuit (Photo: Pop Fashion)

Made of spandex and nylon, this shaper creates a more tight, toned tummy in seconds. “This thing hides my muffin tops and is actually pretty comfortable to wear,” one person said. “It compresses very well and…I noticed my posture improved slightly while wearing this garment,” another said.

Shop it: Pop Fashion Women’s Bodysuit, $18, amazon.com

Spanx Women’s Higher Power Panties

Spanx Women’s Higher Power Panties (Photo: Spanx)

Celebrities are obsessed with Spanx, and with good reason: Their shapers suck you in and smooth you out effortlessly. “This has been a lifesaver. If you’re more bumpy or jiggly around the belly area than you’d like to be, then this is perfect for you,” a reviewer wrote.

Shop it: Spanx Women’s Higher Power Panties, $32, amazon.com

Ursexyly Double Control Corset

Ursexyly Double Control Corset (Photo: Amazon)

For those days when you need a little more support than usual, this corset is here to help. The Ursexyly has two layers of control to make sure you get the silhouette you want and stay that way. “It is extremely soft and stretchy… also really comfortable to wear,” one person wrote. “It’s pretty long which is great because it gets the small muffin top that you do not want,” another said.

Shop it: Ursexyly Double Control Corset, $16-$18, amazon.com

Gotoly Body Shaper

Gotoly Body Shaper (Photo: Amazon)

This shaper doubles as a waist-cincher and thigh and butt smoother, creating curves. It also has a pretty lace trim and a price you can’t top. “I lovveee this!” one reviewer said. “I highly recommend it to anyone looking to lift their butt and tone their tummy. Can you say two for one!!!!” another said.

Shop it: Gotoly Body Shaper, $7-$14, amazon.com

Supplim Women’s Body Shaper(Photo: Amazon)

This shaper is designed to trim your waist, tummy, and hips at the same time. It also has a breathable shell, lacy trim, and adjustable strap. “It really holds you in and give an hour glass figure,” one person wrote. “I think this is my new best friend. Very comfortable and fits perfect,” another said.

Shop it: Supplim Women’s Body Shaper, $25, amazon.com

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